His Beautiful Addiction

Diana\'s lips fell open as she felt blood move upwards to her chin.

Se..sex what?

Her mind involuntarily started imagining them naked under the sheets and she wished she would just disappear into thin air.

How would he say it so shamelessly! And who was talking about sex now!

Diana didn\'t even know how to reply to him; she stared at the message as she cracked her brain on how to reply him, after a few seconds, she typed;

\'\'Who\'s talking about sex? I\'m not going to have sex with you! \'\' Even though she was actually dying to have sex with him, she wasn\'t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she wanted him badly.

tsh, that was one of the perks of dating a handsome guy who knew how handsome he was!

She was still trying to recover from the mental shame he had put her through when her phone vibrated again;

\'\'don\'t say that out loud, cause you might actually beg me. \'\'

If her face wasn\'t red enough, right now she was bleeding red. Diana scoffed;

This man was too proud! 

She fumed and typed immediately;

\'\'In your dreams! \'\'

She stared at the phone waiting for his reply, but he didn\'t reply immediately, after a long time, it finally came;

\'\'Okay, don\'t forget to buy me snacks when you\'re coming over. \'\'

She sneered; why was he changing the topic, leaving her hanging like that? Diana bit her lower lip, this man…

She was so angry at his ego; maybe she should scrape his brows while he slept, so he would know she didn\'t like him because of his looks.

Diana pouted as she stared at her phone; then she sent him a message;

\'\'I\'m not coming over anymore, I\'m busy. \'\' She pressed the send button and turned her phone over; she wasn\'t in the mood to eat anymore, so she took her food to the kitchen. She hadn\'t had her morning shower, so she went to the bathroom and soaked in the bath, putting a loud music on.

She hummed to the music as she let her skin relax in the water, when she was done soaking; she took a shower and stepped out, tying her towel.

She didn\'t want to go out but Mary wasn\'t home and she needed some groceries, so she applied her cream and changed into something comfy, walking to the dining, she picked her phone and walked towards the front door.

Turning her phone on, she saw thirty missed calls, her lips fell open when she saw that Michael had been calling her, he even sent over ten messages, her eyes read through it in shock;

Why aren\'t you coming over anymore? Are you mad at me?

I\'m sorry about what I said, it won\'t happen again.

Babe, are you still there?

Hey, I\'m so sorry, I really mean it.

Diana, please don\'t be angry, I\'m really sorry, please come over…

\'\'Jeez! \'\' she forgot that she sent him a message and she went to take her bath, even though she was annoyed, it wasn\'t to the extent of not picking his calls or answering his texts. She quickly tapped on her phone to call him back, but just that second, she heard a knock on her front door.

She quickly went and opened it and her lips fell when she saw the person standing on the other side;

\'\'Michael… \'\' she was shocked. He looked so worried as he stared at her, for a second she thought he was mad at her,

\'\'I didn\'t… \'\' before she could complete her sentence, Michael walked into the house and pulled her into his arms.

\'\'I\'m so sorry. \'\'

Diana was still surprised; what just happened?

\'\'I didn\'t know you would be so angry at what I said, I was only joking. \'\'

Diana felt her heart melt in a thousand ways, a cute smile washed her lips and she hugged him back.

\'\'was that why you ran over? \'\'

\'\'Mm… \'\' Michael replied still hugging her. He was so scared when she wasn\'t picking his calls nor replying to his messages. Without thinking he quickly hurried over.

\'\'So you are sorry for what you did? \'\'

\'\'yeah, I\'m very sorry. \'\' He apologized sincerely, Diana stifled a laughter.

\'\'What is that? \'\' he asked and she shook her head;

\'\'No, it\'s nothing, just that I wasn\'t this mad at you. I was mad, but not to the extent of not picking your calls or replying to your messages, I went to take a bath and left my phone in the dining room, that was why. \'\'

Michael let go of her slowly to look at her face, checking if she was serious.

Diana laughed out loud, he was always in his ego, this was the first time she had seen him so meek and she wished she actually had it on record.

\'\'So you\'re not mad? \'\' he asked, and she cleared her throat;

\'\'Well, not really. it\'s just that none of the things you were saying were true but I didn\'t know how to express myself, so I was a little annoyed but that was not enough to get mad at you. \'\'

A soft sigh left his lips,

\'\'So you don\'t want to have sex with me? \'\' he asked, raising his brows.

Diana\'s cheeks flushed. He was just saying \'sex\' as though it was an easy word; coughing she cleared her throat;

\'\'No, I don\'t want to. \'\' she tried to be mean as she said it, adjusting her gown.

Michael watched her, and she wasn\'t sure but it seemed she saw disappointment flash through his eyes.

\'\'Okay, \'\' he replied, brushing his hand through his hair with his hands,

\'\'I won\'t mention it again. \'\' Diana\'s eyes widened,

Wait… did he believe what she said?

She blinked and opened her lips to correct him, but he hugged her instead.

\'\'Sorry for making you annoyed;\'\'

Diana\'s opened lips shut and she gulped;

\'\'I wasn\'t annoyed; \'\' she replied quietly. 

Michael let go of her and his eyes fell on the card in her hands,

\'\'Where were you off to? \'\'

He asked and she sighed;

\'\'Mary went home for the weekend so I want to go shopping for groceries. \'\'

\'\'Alright, let me go with you. \'\'

They walked to the car and he held open the door for her and she sat down; she watched him walk around to the other side and sit down.

Should she tell him she was joking when she said she didn\'t want him to touch her?

Diana contemplated in her heart,

\'\'What are you looking at? \'\'

Michael smiled as he drove out of the compound, and Diana blinked, looking away from him.

\'\'Nothing, just thinking \'\' or maybe she shouldn\'t. If she told him, it would seem as though she couldn\'t wait to sleep with him, she would just leave it as it is.

After shopping, they cooked dinner together and ate together. After washing the dishes, Michael asked for her script so they would look through it.

Diana could not escape from it now, so she brought out the script and they sat on the couch and looked through it together.

She had expected him to make funny jokes about the \'sex scenes\' but to her surprise, he had treated everything professionally.

He didn\'t even give her those gazes he used to before, and she instantly regretted what she told him earlier.

He had actually taken what she said seriously.

He didn\'t even make any side comments or sexy remarks about any of the scenes, he wasn\'t doing anything wrong, but everything he was doing was driving her nuts.

\'\'There are a total of 8 kiss scenes, and four bed scenes. \'\' he said with a nod, closing the script and keeping it back on the table, his eyes glanced outside and he saw that the sky had darkened already.

\'\'wow, didn\'t know it was already dark. \'\' he smiled and stood up,

\'\'I\'ll get going, will have to go to work tomorrow,\'\' he said and Diana nodded, standing up carefully.

She followed him outside and to his car;

When Michael reached the door, he turned to look at her;

\'\'I had a great time today; \'\' he said, pushing the strands of her loose hair to the back of her ear, tickling her skin.

His eyes fell on her lips and Diana\'s eyes fluttered. Michael stared at her for a moment then he swallowed, leaning towards the side, he kissed her on the cheeks and forehead.

\'\'Sleep tight. \'\'

He whispered in her ears before standing up straight;

Diana\'s eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, her hands gripping the sides of her dress;

\'\'Yeah, drive safely; call me when you get home. \'\'

She said and waved him bye as he entered the car and drove off.

Her eyes stared at his car until it disappeared into the distance and she bit her lower lip tightly.

Kissing her lips wasn\'t having sex with her, couldn\'t he do that at least!

She fumed angrily, but it was all her fault.

Maybe he was thinking that kissing her was going to make her feel as though he wanted something more so he didn\'t want to annoy her by crossing his boundaries.

God, what has she done?

Diana pouted as she turned and walked into her house slowly.

She just realized she actually liked his cocky side than this gentle, sweet man he was trying to be for her.

What was she going to do now?